‘Good for the ears, good for the soul,’ my dad use to say.
He loved music but couldn’t play an instrument or sing a note and yet I couldn’t imagine him without his headphones on, feet and fingers tapping along to something.
It brought tears to my eyes picturing him like that but it was best to remember him that way instead of in a hospital bed, draped in tubes and wires, waiting for a heart transplant that never came.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/11/07/three-line-tales-week-197/ with thanks).
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